In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
STEPHANIE BRIARYour darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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I don’t know how to put my love down, or to keep holding too much of it.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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Can hope bloom in the shade? Can time give back what it takes away? I once saw the answers to life in your eyes; now I can remember the words to goodbye.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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Your darkness does not scare me, nor will I run from you; like a star, I’m falling for the phases of your moon.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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Our memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
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Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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